Now I know surely and forever, However much I have blotted our Waking love, its memory is still there. And I know the web, the net, The blind and crippled bird. For then, for One brief instant it was not… — Kenneth Rexroth Copy Share Image
We have forgotten love, and Sat lonely beside each other. We have eaten together, Lonely behind our plates, we Have hidden behind children, We have slept together in A lonely bed. Now my heart Turns toward you, awake at last,… — Kenneth Rexroth Copy Share Image
I've had it with these cheap sons of bitches who claim they love poetry but never buy a book. — Kenneth Rexroth Copy Share Image
“There are sparkles of rain on the bright Hair over your forehead; Your eyes are wet and your lips Wet and cold, your cheek… — Kenneth Rexroth Copy Share Image
The basic line in any good verse is cadenced... building it around the natural breath structures of speech. — Kenneth Rexroth Copy Share Image
The mature man lives quietly, does good privately, takes responsibility for his actions, treats others with friendliness and courtesy, finds mischief boring and avoids… — Kenneth Rexroth Copy Share Image
Victorian society was homogeneous without being homogenized. It was, to paraphrase the epigram about Parliament, a society of extreme eccentrics who agreed so well… — Kenneth Rexroth Copy Share Image
“The mature man lives quietly, does good privately, assumes personal responsibility for his actions, treats others with friendliness and courtesy, finds mischief boring and… — Kenneth Rexroth Copy Share Image
“Imperceptible It withers in the world, This flower-like human heart.” — Kenneth Rexroth Copy Share Image
Harvey , Galileo , Copernicus do not seem occult to us, but they did so to their contemporaries, hierophants of the mysteries of Natural… — Kenneth Rexroth Copy Share Image
The free, creative, loving people who shine so brightly in my memory of studios and coffee shops have become models for a huge section… — Kenneth Rexroth Copy Share Image
